A deep shade of blue, the number seven rings a bell. Am I cold or stormy? Only astronomers can tell. The ones who pointed math at Uranus and somehow found me They look at my dark storm and shout for answers at my sea What am I?

Remove my first letter and I am in Repeat that letter and I become paint Remove the first and last letters and I am me Still unsure? THINK, but subtract two letters

I’m not a food, but I come with every bite. I can be burned without flame or light. I’m measured in numbers, not in spoons. What am I?

I'm not the whole, a piece or part. Just one share, of cake or tart. Just a sliver, Of pie on chart. Why your one downvote, is just a little wet fart.

Neurons of a beast unliving, Or with razors, zinc and steel. Gold bonded: either nothing or something my host comes alive but neither thinks nor feels.